He was so close that the breath approached between her nose. He had a clear feeling. At the moment, his face was clearly printed into his eyes. In July of Song Dynasty, he stared at him, and even looked directly into his eyes.

"Why are you still so thin?" Mo Zhengyan whispered.

Those empty concerns are like irony. The heart of Song July seems paralyzed, so there is no feeling. She raises her hand to push him away, but her hand just touches his chest, but he holds it back!

It's his big hand that holds her wrist intact, but he doesn't seem to dare to exert too much. Mo...